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the Chinese countryside is going on at a gallop. Some way
out must be found* If this great and fine people, with their
indomitable industry and good humour, who only want peace
and security, could only be let alone, free from the grip of the
octopus Militarism, they would know how to save themselves.
But who would free them from the octopus? Who would bell
the cat? I asked myself this and turned back in despair. . . .
At last I thought of the Great Executioner, and the moment
I saw him in my vision I knew he would save China. Here
comes the Saviour, he with the great sword that would only
obey Dame Justice's command, and that no one else could
pull out of its place without her bidding, the sword that was
drowned in a lake centuries ago. That lake where so many of
the officials* heads should peacefully lie in, but where the
sword is sunk now. The Great Executioner comes, and pulls
that sword out of the deep, and he is preceded by drum-boys
in blue uniform. DumóDumóDum! the procession comes, and
the trumpeters in yellow uniform proclaim the rule of the
law. DumóDumóDum! the procession comes from the country,
approaching the town and down the main streets, and at the
distant rumble of the drums and the sight of the banner, with
Dame Justice sitting in state, and the Great Executioner with
the gleaming sword by her side, the people cheer, but the
mayor and the town councillors run away higgledy-piggledy
and hide themselves. For behold, here the Saviour comes!
The Great Executioner nails the banner of Justice on the city
wall, and makes every one of them bow before it as they pass.
And a notice is posted all over the city that whosoever says
he is above the law and refuses to bow before the banner will
be beheaded and his head will be thrown into the lake where
the sword was sunk for so many hundreds of years. And he
goes into the city temple and throws out their goddesses, whose
names are Face, Fate and Favour, and converts it into a House
of Justice. To this place he herds together the priests and
councillors who ruled the city under their goddesses* names,
and with the great sword he chops off their heads and commands
that they be thrown, together with their goddesses, into the
lake. For Face, Fate and Favour have plotted against Justice,
and she hates them with the jealousy of a woman. And of